"Newton, don't be so impatient." Vincent said to the dwarf: "As long as we are careful, we can still take advantage of the scorching sun during the day to pass through the gaps in their camp. What we have to do now is to recharge our batteries."

"Why don't we walk in the dark? Wouldn't it be safer if we can take advantage of the cover of night?" Sokka asked.

"Orcs hate the sun during the day, it makes them feel uncomfortable, but their eyes can see through the night, and that is also the time when they are often active." Vincent replied: "When the sun makes evil creatures feel uncomfortable, When they have to rely on broken roofs for shelter, it is time for us to move forward. Now, we have to experience another night without a campfire."

So, they hid with the help of rocks and took down all the gorgeous decorations on the carriage. The Mond knight found cloth and tied the hooves of five fat horses, and then fed them only a small amount of fodder. In order to prevent eating too much and leaving dung balls on the road, thus pointing the direction of the orcs' pursuit, the food standards of these five horses were lowered again and again. However, Mond had already started to fatten them up to survive this difficult time.

Vincent took out all the weapons in the space bag and distributed them to everyone. If discovered by the orcs , a battle will be inevitable. Both powerful warriors need someone they can replace, lest their weapons curl up and end up fighting with bare hands. Shelley got a bunch of daggers and throwing knives, which at least kept her safe from the threats in close combat. Sokka was holding a pile of arrows in a daze, not knowing how to use them up.

"Little Tiger, come and help me too." Sokka found her own helper, but Bai Hu just whimpered and hid at the other end of the carriage.

After resting in advance, the group set out before the moon disappeared behind the mountain peaks. They wanted to try their best to go as far north as possible before the rising sun appeared. Everyone walked very carefully along the way, trying not to make any noise, and at the same time they also raised their ears to pay attention to the movements around them. The orcs have considerable freedom in this area. They roam freely without fear of being attacked by large groups of humans. What this carefree situation brings is a severely damaged landscape - downed trees, trampled flowers and grass, and some feces that have not been destroyed by insects are spread haphazardly on the roadside. Everyone covered their noses along the way to avoid being turned off by the smell.

Three orcs once encountered them unexpectedly, but Sokka's bow and arrow resolved the battle before they could even send out a call. Vincent simply buried the body with sand. These pieces of meat could also provide certain nutrients for the surrounding plants. It can also be regarded as a natural compensation for damage.

In terms of damaging morale. Hunger is sometimes more effective than swords and guns. Everyone has not eaten hot food for many days and began to miss the smell of the stew made by Vincent. The situation was even worse now. In order to prevent the orcs from finding them through their noses, they even had no food such as bacon, so they could only eat the few remaining elf biscuits to satisfy their hunger.

Sokka lay on Vincent's lap, looking at the mage with his big watery eyes, and he could understand what she meant without any verbal communication. The white tiger also lazily imitated its master's behavior.

"Soka, hold on a little longer. This journey will pass quickly." Vincent said: "I have experienced situations that are ten thousand times more difficult than now. At that time, let alone food, there was no even drinking water."

"Yes, the mage ate less than anyone else at that time. I once thought that he was like a plant and only needed the sun to survive." The dwarf recalled: "We were trapped in the cave with nothing. Then At that time, I was thinking that even if an orc with a stinky body rushed up to me, I could kill and eat it. However, I got double the bounty for that mission."

"That's because your eyes are always wandering around the businessman we are escorting, that poor fat man." Vincent smiled and whispered: "Afterwards, he told me, 'The eyes of that dwarf in your team are really scary. I always think of a hungry boar. But Newton, don't scare him anymore."

"Of course I won't be so stingy, right Sokka." Newton said, "Your bearded uncle is a hero!"

Appropriate teasing can liven up the atmosphere. Especially when the energy is focused on the lips, the feeling in the belly is not so obvious. They walked along a road built in ancient times, but due to the changes in terrain over time, it was shorter than the surrounding land , just enough to hide the roof of the carriage. Beyond the road lay slopes covered with gloomy woods, which looked as if they were shrouded in dark clouds, reflecting the depression they felt after being overrun by orcs . The hillside was covered with heather, gorse, mountain holly, and other shrubs unknown to them, but because it was late autumn. Most of the plants are starting to wilt and look a little dry. In addition, they could also see clumps of tall pine trees growing everywhere. But on the other side of the woodland is the camp of the orcs. They cut down the tall trees and have no respect for these creatures that have lived for hundreds of years. (Written by @心@手@打@组@手@打@produce@) Rough axes and torches are their accomplices, and those camps and fires used to roast rotten meat are the final destination of these trees.

The early morning mist drifted out from the pine forest, and there was also a fishy smell. Vincent's eyes were always paying attention to the movement inside, controlling the forward speed of the carriage and avoiding the orc patrols. A few times they even heard the sounds of the group of things yelling at each other, as well as rude snoring and weird laughter that made people go crazy. Sokka's bow and arrow were already aimed in the direction of the sound, and he would attack once the opponent appeared. The god of luck did not seem to abandon them at this time. The owner of those voices just passed by the carriage without looking at the low ancient road, and then disappeared into the woods.

Thus they had crossed the land known as the Pine Plains, and were now upon those low hills, which were the first steps towards the ascent of the Roof Mountains. The dwarf Newton motioned for everyone to walk towards the sharp direction of the ice furnace. Although it is the most dangerous place in the entire Roof Mountains, it is also Newton's hometown.

　　The orc camp is now clearly visible, because Vincent and the others are already standing on a higher ground than the camp. Looking at the busy black figures inside, it looked like a bunch of black bugs that were constantly squirming, planning a larger-scale operation against the southern land. "It would be great if there were spells with super long range now." Vincent said: "This way, we can rain fire on their heads."

The cool air gradually turns into a biting wind, especially in the early morning and evening. The air blown from the Roof Mountains carries the smell of ice and snow. Although it dilutes the stench left by the orcs , it also reminds everyone of what it is like to be in the cold on the mountain peaks . After a day's journey away from the orc camp . Vincent decided to stew a pot of fragrant broth so that everyone could regain their strength.

After eating some berries stored in the space bag in advance, the little angel spit out the core while looking around for dry branches and dead wood. These were not hard to find in late autumn, and it only took her a while to fly back. Vincent dug a small hole in the soil, filled it with dry fern leaves, and then carefully turned it into a stove. Although there was a faint smoke, the aroma of the fire itself was enough for everyone to take the risk.

After setting the pot up, Vincent carefully toyed with the mushrooms inside.

First, make the soup base , and then concentrate on waiting for Mond and Newton, who are hunting, to come back as soon as possible.

A light flashed nearby and then disappeared quickly, but it had already aroused the vigilance of the mage. Vincent picked up the powerful staff and immediately turned his gaze over there.

Before he could call Shelley over, a loud noise attracted the mage's attention. In the light of the fire, the dwarf Newton fell from the air with an unkempt appearance, and at the same time shouted: "Everyone, be careful, there is a skeleton that can cast magic!"

on the continent of Blasares that has such strength, and it must be the lich . Vincent waved Shelley to hide with Sokka. Then he took the Undead Magic Orb and rushed towards the place where the explosion occurred. Although I don't know why the lich would leave his residence and wander outside. But since he could encounter such a powerful undead creature, Vincent had no reason to let it go.

As soon as he emerged from the slope, he saw the lich fighting with the Mond knight . It was a tall dark shadow. Even the rays of the sun cannot reveal its face. The tattered robe draped over its body did not sway with the cold wind, but floated in all directions, as if a dark wind was blowing from the soles of the lich 's feet. Its cold eyes exuded a faint light from the bottom of the abyss, while its hard and cold bone arms were pointing at the knight, blocking Mond's progress.

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What was cast on Mond was a holding spell, and the purple light tightly wrapped the knight's heavy armor like a cocoon. Mond held the sword tightly with both hands, placed it on his chest, and thrust forward with all his strength. The Lich 's spell is shaky, but it still restricts Mond's movements. It is precisely because we don't know when this spell will expire. The lich did not dare to step forward and launch further attacks.

Vincent knew that if this continued, the knight would be the first to die of exhaustion. Without hesitation, he cast a fireball at the lich —the undead creature was immune to both lightning and cold, and only heat could melt his body. Obviously, the Lich also noticed the arrival of the mage. It took a few steps back, released Mond's immobilization, and at the same time used flight to escape the fireball's attack range.

"Oh, it turns out there is a young mage here, what a good harvest day!" The Lich 's voice echoed in the sky like a mourning crow: "Kneel down and beg for my mercy. Maybe I will take you as slaves. Serve me all the days of your life.”

What answered him was Sokka's chain of arrows. Such an obvious black spot floating in the blue sky is easier to aim than a red bullseye. The protective arrow spell on the Lich deflected the first few arrows, but he was still shaken back. At the same moment, Vincent's advanced dispelling magic also floated over. With seven flashes of different colors, the spells cast by the lich on itself disappeared one by one, and it fell from mid-air.

The duel between mages is nothing more than a contest between casting spells and removing spells. Once the opponent's protection is wiped out, victory is not far away. The Lich instantly cast the Feather Fall spell to prevent it from falling to pieces, but Shelley quietly appeared beside it, disrupting the Lich 's original spell steps.

In a hurry, the Lich did not have time to finish the long spell. It could only use its powerful spiritual power to try to knock Shelley away. But the Lich 's opponent had two bloodlines that were highly resistant to spells. Shelley just swayed and still stabbed the Lich accurately with his rapier .

　　Liches are worthy of being one of the most powerful undead creatures, and their bodies are tougher than steel. The magic rapier that could even cut through stone left only a white mark, and even the explosion failed to break its ribs.

"You lowly creatures, wait patiently for my counterattack!" The Lich rubbed his teeth and made a sound: "I hope you can endure the pain of becoming a test subject. I want..."

He suddenly stopped talking because Vincent arrived just in time. Point the wand of power at its pupils. The mist that constantly appeared on the undead orb made the Lich feel a great threat, and it saw the infinite power of imprisonment and oppression from it. The Lich 's eyes flickered , and the flame representing evil wisdom in his eyes seemed to be swaying in front of the strong wind, and was in danger of being extinguished at any time .

"What else do you have to say, Lich ?" Vincent stood in front of the undead creature. "You have one last chance to convince me."

At this time, in the eyes of the Lich , the mage is no longer a young apprentice, no longer a servant who can act as a spell assistant. Even if he is an apprentice and a servant. That is also the guy who controls the life and death of the lich . In front of the Necromantic Orb, all undead creatures will feel instinctively afraid, even the lich with a phylactery . This artifact does not destroy the undead, but imprisons them all. Unless the owner orders it, there is no possibility of freedom.

Feeling the vibration of his life box , the Lich had no choice but to start begging. Its voice was still cold, but it no longer dared to have a haughty tone. The sound seemed far and near, extremely erratic; sometimes it was sharp as if floating in the clouds, and sometimes it was low as if it came from the ground. But the meaning it expresses is very clear. The Lich is ready to use everything he has in exchange for freedom.

"Treasure? Money? Those are things we don't need." Vincent said: "The conditions you provided do not impress me. Because we can find the same things after eliminating you."

"Oh, young mage, I understand what you mean." The Lich said: "I have many magic scrolls. There are also books and rare items. In addition, I can also provide you with knowledge about all places in this area. The legends of the world are all installed in my mind. Knowledge, is this what you really want in exchange?"

"Your service can indeed be exchanged for limited freedom, but I don't completely believe in your character." Vincent shook the powerful staff, and then said: "Even if it is an oath, I can't completely believe it. After all, it was made by a wizard . In the demon's mouth. Let's do this, you hand over the life box to me, and I won't use the necromancy beads against you."

"This...this is actually the Necromantic Orb?" The Lich opened his mouth wide. I finally understood where the fear in my heart came from. It thought for a moment and then took off one of its teeth. After crushing it hard, a small rectangular box lay in his hand.

"Instant summoning?" Vincent took the phylactery and took back the staff: "It seems that you really have a lot of good things. This spell is very rare now."

　　The Lich waited until the Undead Magic Orb moved away from his eyes , then quickly stretched out his hand to clamp Vincent's neck, squeezing his throat tightly with his skinny knuckles, not daring to let the mage recite any spell.

Vincent felt a coldness gripping him, a feeling deep in his bones. He understands. This is the same as the ghost's touch, which has the power of the world of the dead, and will make living creatures lose their vitality after a period of time. The Lich stared into the mage's eyes and laughed loudly: "Even if you have my life box, how can you destroy it? Except for the undead magic beads, I am not afraid of any of your methods. Wait until your companions arrive. By that time, you had turned into a corpse—a corpse that I could swap bodies with!"

Both Shelley and Mond were caught off guard by such changes, and they were too far away to step forward to help. Sokka set up his bow and arrow, but the Lich used Vincent to block the direction of the arrow, preventing the little angel from finding a chance to take action.

Although Vincent could no longer breathe, he smiled. A strange smile formed on that pale face, an expression that even made the lich shudder. Vincent slowly raised his right hand, and a silver ball of light floated slowly below it. It is the lich 's phylactery.

The phylactery is the bridge between this undead creature and the world of death. It continuously provides negative energy to the lich. However, once the powerful magic source power acts on the phylactery, it will destroy other energy types in an unstoppable manner, completely threatening the foundation of the Lich 's existence.

Accompanied by a shrill scream, the Lich knelt down in front of Vincent, and its hand naturally relaxed. The bones all over his body began to emit green smoke, like dry branches placed next to a fire, which could be ignited and burned at any time. The Lich reached out and tried to touch his phylactery, but the next moment began. The two hands began to pull the mage's clothes again. The lich begged, begging Vincent to let it go.

"I had already expected that you would attack me when the Necromantic Orb left, because you thought I couldn't smash your phylactery right away." Vincent said, "Even if you lose your phylactery, you can make another one." One. In your heart, exchanging the danger of not being able to be resurrected for a period of time in exchange for the Undead Orb is the best deal. But Lich , haven't you ever thought about why I want to tell you this treasure? Its name? Especially when I don’t need to use its name to subdue you?”

　　The lich curled up into a ball on the ground. Hollows began to appear on its bones. Now the undead creature could no longer even scream and could only tremble and wait for its fate. As long as a little more time passes, the Lich 's phylactery will be completely dissolved by the power of the magic source.

Vincent put away the silver energy ball and pointed his staff at the Lich: "Now, do you know the role you are going to play?"

The weak lich nodded, it had no more strength to retort now. The phylactery is in the hands of a mage like Vincent, and it can only obey orders. To prevent the Lich from stealing the phylactery, Vincent put it into the gap in the adamantine arm.

Mond Knight's sword was always facing the Lich , but Vincent stood in the middle of the two. "Knight Mond. This guy will be useful to me."

"It will not help you to have such an evil thing around. Its mind is full of tricks and deception. Given the chance, it will use all its efforts to destroy your life!" said the Mond Knight: "Things like them It only deserves one end, and that is to be tied to the stake and let the God of Light destroy it!"

"Knight! Put away your words. I am now controlled by others!" The Lich argued , because he knew that if he did not fight for a chance to survive, he would probably be killed by the Paladin on the spot: "I am no longer a subject. I am just a tool. A tool to serve my master. In order to show my loyalty, I will tell my master my real name, so that he has the power to control my destiny." The Lich planned in his heart, anyway, this The mage's life is only a hundred years, which can only be regarded as a moment compared to his eternal life. When the master dies, that is when he obtains the Undead Orb and that strange magical energy. As long as you escape the disaster in front of you, the future is still within its control.

Vincent kept that name in mind. Only then did he feel free to leave his back to the lich . Because he knows that the real name is a powerful force engraved in the soul, and it is also a step that must be taken to become a lich . With just one thought, he can completely erase the lich through the power of his real name. Handing over the Lich 's real name is equivalent to complete surrender.

Knight Mond persisted for a while, and finally put down his sword: "Vincent, carrying such a thing will make you tortured, and it may eventually bring about destruction. You are risking your own life!"

"Knight, don't make such a fuss. I'll take care of Vincent's back." Shelley looked at the Lich up and down. Then he said: "If you do anything wrong, I will blow your head off and bury your body in the orc cesspit."

"Oh, Mistress, I am a loyal escort." The Lich was still smoking and his body was extremely fragile. This gave all his movements a rattling sound, but his powers of observation remained sharp. "I humbly provide services to everyone in exchange for the opportunity to work."

Shelley ignored the lich 's flattery. She had heard such words thousands of times when she was in Prudence City. Shelley whispered in Vincent's ear: "Why do you keep such a thing? It's too dangerous."

Vincent made two gestures and explained to Shelley through his telepathic connection: "We are about to enter the Roof Mountains, and we will continue to go north.

Newton has not returned home for the New Year, and the Mond knight was the only one who knew about the conditions in the northern tundra. He paused and then continued: "However, since the incident in the Golden Forest, we cannot completely rely on him now." "